Hi! Below is an excerpt from my migraine essay. This is the beginning; the rest of the piece includes a detailed description of the most recent migraine, more on the migraines of my female family members, examination of what could be some of my migraine triggers, and a bit about my health/state of mind during the migraine-free years. Let me know if you have questions. Thanks for reading and I look forward to hearing about the rest of your projects next week!
(As we would say in publishing all the time, right up until a book went to the printer, this is NOT TO BE CONSIDERED FINAL! I'm still proofing, refining, etc.)
The Mind of a Migraineuse
On a gray, humid day in late summer, Lauren S. decided to take a walk in the park by her house. She had awakened that morning feeling discombobulated, like her skin was too tight for her body, and thought the edginess may have been due to the fact that she hadn’t exercised since moving from peaceful Vermont to suburban New Jersey three weeks earlier. A mild sinus headache pulsated by the top of her nose as she washed the previous night’s dishes, but she put on her sneakers and headed out anyway.
She completed two laps around the duck pond then returned home. Tired, thirsty, hot, and hungry, she changed out of her sweaty clothes and opened cupboards in search of lunch. That’s when it happened: While reading the cooking instructions for Annie’s microwaveable mac and cheese, Lauren realized she couldn’t make out the words on the box. She glanced away and back again; still a blind spot. The sun was tucked behind a thick quilt of clouds and none of the lamps in the house were turned on, so her impaired vision couldn’t be the result of accidentally looking directly at a light. This was Lauren’s first migraine in fourteen years.
She was a frizzy-headed, bifocal-wearing kid of nine when migraine made its first appearance in Lauren’s life. It was a hot day halfway through her first summer at sleep-away camp and her parents were visiting, there to watch her in a play later that evening. In the afternoon she developed a headache unlike any she’d had before, a rhythmic, dull throbbing on one side of her head, inches behind her right eye, deep within the skull. When she coughed or turned too quickly the pain would bounce to her scalp as well. After two hours of rest in her quiet, dark bunk, she felt better. If her mother and sister—both migraines sufferers—understood from her description of the pain that it was her first migraine, they kept this to themselves. She appeared in the play that night as scheduled. As far as she knew, there was no vision disturbance—the migraine aura—before the headache began.
The second came a few months later when Lauren was in fourth grade and this time she knew what it was because, before her head began to ache, the blue rules on her sheet of paper seemed to wiggle away and disappear behind a beam of light. Her mother had described this light, like a sun spot or the after effects of a camera’s flash. This migraine also lasted just a couple of hours and she waited it out in the carpeted corner of the classroom, surrounded by bookshelves. She was grateful that, so far, her migraines seemed more like her mother’s than her sister’s: While their mother could take over-the-counter pain relievers at the first sign of migraine and continue to function, her sister was left incapacitated, bedridden for hours, only getting up to throw-up.
Her good luck continued until puberty, around her twelfth birthday. Up to that point, the migraines were coming once or twice a year; after fifteen or twenty minutes of disrupted vision the headache would beat its dull, continuous thud on one side of her head and pass after two or three hours; she never became nauseated; and the only residual pain she experienced came when she laughed or coughed, like a jab to her scalp. This changed suddenly. Instead of an episode of a few hours, her migraines became all-day events. The headache itself, which she had previously thought of as finger tapping her from within, turned violent, no longer a finger but a fist, beating her up from the inside out, the waves of pain bursting from the blows tumultuous, crashing, incessant. The only time the headache would lessen, just a little, for just a few minutes, was after she vomited, which she did over and over again. She was either writhing in bed or running to the toilet. Four, five, six hours into the headache the aura would return, diamonds of light piercing her eyes, reminding her that it wasn’t close to being over; it may never end. And this was happening about once a month. Unable to keep anything down, medicine came in the form of suppositories, administered by her mother.
One of her worst migraines came a few months after her thirteenth birthday. It was a Monday—she had seen Dead Poet’s Society with her mother the day before—and hot: She wore a tank top to school. She’d eaten Apple Jacks for breakfast, slurping down the sweet pink milk after all the cereal was gone. She was at school just long enough to feel self-conscious about her pubescent boobs in the tank top, but not long enough to digest breakfast. An expanding star of blinding light floating in front of her eyes, she got home quickly, took Tylenol before the nausea would make swallowing anything impossible, put on pajamas, and settled into her parents’ big bed, a few feet from their bathroom. Apple Jacks shot out of her nose the first two times she vomited, but not the next nine. Sometime in the evening, when her family was eating dinner, the headache finally began to fade. She put on MTV, watched the video for Tom Petty’s “Runnin’ Down a Dream,” changed her mind, shut the television off. The next day a remnant of the headache was still there but felt like her early migraines, a nagging finger poking her in the right side of her brain.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
Circle complete
We have made it to the end and it really does seem like we have gone full circle. Sacks has assumed the role of Virgil in The Divine Comedy not only in the way he guides his patients through their illness, but also in a the way he has guided us in our course work. We began the semester with The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, which laid the groundwork for our understanding of romantic science and tried to instill a tolerance and appreciation for neurodiversity. I feel as though Sacks then become apart of the class’s implicit memory and felt his presents during weeks were Sacks was not on the syllabus. We could not help but to compare Livesey, Skloot, Powers, Hirstein, Le Doux, or Luria, even if it was an assignment. I also think that it is appropriate the Sacks was our guild not only because that is obviously what he is good at but also because he lives in a very specialized niche between science and art. He is an ambassador of science in the realm of the people, which includes either mentally disabled or ill and those mentally “normal”. Not only is he an ambassador but also his writings in turn shift the paradigm of how medicine interacts with their patients, as Hawkins and Cassuto describe in varying degrees. In these ways Sacks is greatly responsible for the way that we examined our course work and was able to grasp the idea of narrative neurophysiology. It is only right that we wrap up our semester with him.
I also appreciated how the reviews of Sacks’s work came into play during this last reading. First of all, the reviews made a nice connection to Webber in The Echo Maker and his issues with how his narrative case studies were perceive. Points like Cassuto’s on the freak show platform in which he claims Sacks presents his patients almost seems like it was directly quoted in The Echo Maker. Also Harkin’s point of the phenomenological nature of Sack’s writings is conveyed in the way Weber becomes entangled in the happenings in Nebraska, his influence by Mark’s illness, and losses a firm sense of self. Webber’s demise does not seem to completely align with the impression we get of Sacks’s life, however you cannot help but to associate the two neurologists. Secondly, the reviews also function nicely to see how Sack’s is perceived in reality, and to see what others out side of class think of him.
Sacks is painted in a variety of lights in the reviews, just as Bennett has two side of his personality. Bennett is described as having a very intense case of Tourettes, however at the same time he is a remarkable surgeon. Sacks explains how Bennett is able to “forget” about his disorder and be able to focus on him work when he is in the middle of surgery, he becomes Bennett the Surgeon rather than Bennett the man with horrible Tourettes. Sacks similarly has a Dr. Jackal and Mr., Hyde dual personality. He is at times the well-informed, objective neurologist, preoccupied with clinical facts. Sacks can also push aside his concrete scientific background and be a complete humanitarian, focused on understanding how his patients’ disorders affect their personality and livelihoods.
Le Doux provides a nice ending in the way he tells us to understand the brain as an integrated whole. This is a useful approach for understanding not only synapses but also all the other issues we have examined. We must tie together Sacks’s dialectic qualities to fully appreciate his work. We also must tie together the various forms of writing that exists on neurological disorders; from Luria to Sacks, from Hirstein to Powers, there is a lot that can be learned about our synaptic selves.
I also appreciated how the reviews of Sacks’s work came into play during this last reading. First of all, the reviews made a nice connection to Webber in The Echo Maker and his issues with how his narrative case studies were perceive. Points like Cassuto’s on the freak show platform in which he claims Sacks presents his patients almost seems like it was directly quoted in The Echo Maker. Also Harkin’s point of the phenomenological nature of Sack’s writings is conveyed in the way Weber becomes entangled in the happenings in Nebraska, his influence by Mark’s illness, and losses a firm sense of self. Webber’s demise does not seem to completely align with the impression we get of Sacks’s life, however you cannot help but to associate the two neurologists. Secondly, the reviews also function nicely to see how Sack’s is perceived in reality, and to see what others out side of class think of him.
Sacks is painted in a variety of lights in the reviews, just as Bennett has two side of his personality. Bennett is described as having a very intense case of Tourettes, however at the same time he is a remarkable surgeon. Sacks explains how Bennett is able to “forget” about his disorder and be able to focus on him work when he is in the middle of surgery, he becomes Bennett the Surgeon rather than Bennett the man with horrible Tourettes. Sacks similarly has a Dr. Jackal and Mr., Hyde dual personality. He is at times the well-informed, objective neurologist, preoccupied with clinical facts. Sacks can also push aside his concrete scientific background and be a complete humanitarian, focused on understanding how his patients’ disorders affect their personality and livelihoods.
Le Doux provides a nice ending in the way he tells us to understand the brain as an integrated whole. This is a useful approach for understanding not only synapses but also all the other issues we have examined. We must tie together Sacks’s dialectic qualities to fully appreciate his work. We also must tie together the various forms of writing that exists on neurological disorders; from Luria to Sacks, from Hirstein to Powers, there is a lot that can be learned about our synaptic selves.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Reflections
I think this weeks readings was a great way to end the semester. They provided an interesting way to reflect on what we've read, not just on a neurological level but also on a moral and ethical level.
We've spent a lot of time discussing the various processes of the brain, how these processes can malfunction and how viewing these malfunctions allows us to better understand or perhaps even acknowledge their existence. I think through this weeks reading, rather the semesters readings, has shown us that "the self" is in fact a summation of many parts that create a single whole and that the brain is a reflection of "the self," an integration of functions that are shaped by are genes and environment. And perhaps our society reflects this, a group of diverse people that must work together (and yet separately) to maintain order and stability, where there can easily be chaos.
With that, I think there certainly is something hardwired into our society that allures us to the chaos, parts of us want to see things go wrong (we don't read books about utopian societies.) I often wonder why that is, why we are so intrigued with what can go wrong? But as we studied the brains processes, especially the chapters in LeDoux about fear conditioning, I began to wonder if it's instilled in us for self preservation.
When we watch a movie or read a book, fiction or no, we give ourselves up to that suspension of disbelief because it is exciting and intense I wonder if that is similar to fear. That we need to know what can go wrong in order to prevent it, that perhaps we get excited and this triggers something chemical that is necessary to protect us. But with something like neurological disorders how much can this hypothetical self imposed fear conditioning do? Can we really prevent such disorders? So again we question the ethics of Sacks. Is he really exploiting his patients? I think it is fair for Couser to make the distinction between freakshows and Sacks; the contact between the viewer and the patient is indirect-- less traumatic -- because he is at a safe distance.
I think any time pieces of anyone's life is put on display is can be exploitation, no matter the intention, it is so easy to perverse what is meant to be positive. I think it is important that we hardwire our society's brain to have an objective opinion. I also believe people are hardwired to perceive things in a way that is specific to them and because everyone, when reading or watching, brings "what they have to the table," they will perceive Sacks differently. I don't think it's possible for a patient to fully understand the capacity of what they are doing when they allow their lives to be used as an example or case study for scientific purposes, similar to anyone in any other situation where potential "fame" is involved.
I do feel that it is necessary for us to read Sacks and similar case studies. I do believe that although Sack's cases may be extreme, they do show the humanity in people with various disorders. They show the "soul" separated from the brain which is necessary to our understanding of illnesses. They show us that one malfunction is not the end of the entire structure and that there are alternative ways of living subconsciously or consciously; and I do believe it is important that we as a society see that we can still function as a whole even if some of us fulfill our processes differently than the rest. But perhaps I am just hardwired into thinking this way.
We've spent a lot of time discussing the various processes of the brain, how these processes can malfunction and how viewing these malfunctions allows us to better understand or perhaps even acknowledge their existence. I think through this weeks reading, rather the semesters readings, has shown us that "the self" is in fact a summation of many parts that create a single whole and that the brain is a reflection of "the self," an integration of functions that are shaped by are genes and environment. And perhaps our society reflects this, a group of diverse people that must work together (and yet separately) to maintain order and stability, where there can easily be chaos.
With that, I think there certainly is something hardwired into our society that allures us to the chaos, parts of us want to see things go wrong (we don't read books about utopian societies.) I often wonder why that is, why we are so intrigued with what can go wrong? But as we studied the brains processes, especially the chapters in LeDoux about fear conditioning, I began to wonder if it's instilled in us for self preservation.
When we watch a movie or read a book, fiction or no, we give ourselves up to that suspension of disbelief because it is exciting and intense I wonder if that is similar to fear. That we need to know what can go wrong in order to prevent it, that perhaps we get excited and this triggers something chemical that is necessary to protect us. But with something like neurological disorders how much can this hypothetical self imposed fear conditioning do? Can we really prevent such disorders? So again we question the ethics of Sacks. Is he really exploiting his patients? I think it is fair for Couser to make the distinction between freakshows and Sacks; the contact between the viewer and the patient is indirect-- less traumatic -- because he is at a safe distance.
I think any time pieces of anyone's life is put on display is can be exploitation, no matter the intention, it is so easy to perverse what is meant to be positive. I think it is important that we hardwire our society's brain to have an objective opinion. I also believe people are hardwired to perceive things in a way that is specific to them and because everyone, when reading or watching, brings "what they have to the table," they will perceive Sacks differently. I don't think it's possible for a patient to fully understand the capacity of what they are doing when they allow their lives to be used as an example or case study for scientific purposes, similar to anyone in any other situation where potential "fame" is involved.
I do feel that it is necessary for us to read Sacks and similar case studies. I do believe that although Sack's cases may be extreme, they do show the humanity in people with various disorders. They show the "soul" separated from the brain which is necessary to our understanding of illnesses. They show us that one malfunction is not the end of the entire structure and that there are alternative ways of living subconsciously or consciously; and I do believe it is important that we as a society see that we can still function as a whole even if some of us fulfill our processes differently than the rest. But perhaps I am just hardwired into thinking this way.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Neuro-Porn
I have spent much of the past week in the hospice wing of Beth Israel hospital and I am not feeling too kindly toward medical professionals, yet when all is said and done, I don't think Oliver Sacks is guilty of ethical shenaningans. I agree most strongly with Leonard Cassuto's assertion that "Sacks’s work argues that people will want to stare, and the best way to counter this desire is not to forbid it but to shape and direct it, to make the gaze into a mutual look, a meeting of two worlds." Sacks's work wouldn't be as popular as it is if there weren't a market for it, and better to have his style of presentation than, say, a Ripley's Believe It or Not type show featuring the same patients Sacks has introduced.
Yet, in all honesty, if I saw a preview for a Ripley's-like show about people with diseases/disorders of the brain, I would still want to watch. And Sacks may be a very good writer, but if I skimmed any of his histories, it was the parts not about the patient, like his description of the mountains while flying with Bennett. I am interested in the tics, the obsessions, the bizarre. A nature writer can give me the Rockies; I turn to Sacks for neuro-porn. And if I couldn't get it from him, I'd go elsewhere. To invert LeDoux's final sentences, I am my synapses; they are who I am. Thanks to Sacks and my own nature as a reasonably compassionate person, I would not mistreat anyone I met with one of the disorders we've learned about, so I feel no need to apologize for or defend my fascination with the wild workings of the brain.
As Anne Hunsaker Hawkins described, I think Sacks's emphasis on the entire patient, the "sense of the character, life-history, important human relationships (with both family and staff), and personal values and goals of the individual patient" that he includes in his histories can't be anything but beneficial. As we've seen with the confabualtion disorders and those that involve disinhibition, the personality of the patient before onset of illness is critical to understanding who the patient has become. This week's LeDoux reading touched on this as well, changing connections changing personality. And after my week of dealing with doctors and nurses, I wondered how Sacks's approach to patients could benefit family members as well. Imagine how comforting it would be to have a doctor who learned about all the people supporting a patient, how much more effective the doctor may be if he/she considered the person being spoken to, rather than following some standard script. But doctors don't have time for that.
Yet, in all honesty, if I saw a preview for a Ripley's-like show about people with diseases/disorders of the brain, I would still want to watch. And Sacks may be a very good writer, but if I skimmed any of his histories, it was the parts not about the patient, like his description of the mountains while flying with Bennett. I am interested in the tics, the obsessions, the bizarre. A nature writer can give me the Rockies; I turn to Sacks for neuro-porn. And if I couldn't get it from him, I'd go elsewhere. To invert LeDoux's final sentences, I am my synapses; they are who I am. Thanks to Sacks and my own nature as a reasonably compassionate person, I would not mistreat anyone I met with one of the disorders we've learned about, so I feel no need to apologize for or defend my fascination with the wild workings of the brain.
As Anne Hunsaker Hawkins described, I think Sacks's emphasis on the entire patient, the "sense of the character, life-history, important human relationships (with both family and staff), and personal values and goals of the individual patient" that he includes in his histories can't be anything but beneficial. As we've seen with the confabualtion disorders and those that involve disinhibition, the personality of the patient before onset of illness is critical to understanding who the patient has become. This week's LeDoux reading touched on this as well, changing connections changing personality. And after my week of dealing with doctors and nurses, I wondered how Sacks's approach to patients could benefit family members as well. Imagine how comforting it would be to have a doctor who learned about all the people supporting a patient, how much more effective the doctor may be if he/she considered the person being spoken to, rather than following some standard script. But doctors don't have time for that.
Friday, November 30, 2007
The Traveling Neuroanthropologist: Sacks and Ethics
This week's reading, in bringing full circle the material we've studied all semester, also investigates the questions of ethics that we've been raising in class. Is it ethically permissible for Sacks to write about his patients in this way? Is his work a contribution to the understanding of neurologically different people, the fascinating range of disorders and syndromes, and an attempt at increasing our empathy and understanding for them, or it is a shallow and exploitative, P.T. Barnum-like attempt to sensationalize and expose the mentally disabled community?
The three essays we read on this topic, by Hawkins, Cassuto, and Couser, all seem to reach the middle ground on this question. While there are aspects of Sacks' work that are certainly problematic -- such as Heidi, the girl with Williams' syndrome that he refers to in the third person and hurts the feelings of while forcing her to perform a task to show her disability -- he does manage to tread a level path, may not have a binding responsibility to adhere to a biomedicinal code of ethics while working in the realm of personal memoir, and develops as a writer during the course of his case studies. It's true that in Hat, as pointed out in one of the essays, uses freakshow-like names (The Disembodied Lady), displays a much less refined version of his technique, and focuses on highlighting the shocking nature of the patients' disorders rather than their development in whatever other social or psychological spheres may be open to them. Yet, throughout, Sacks takes care to camoflauge them under pseudonyms and doesn't, for example, include photos or medical diagrams of them (especially something awful like their face with eyes covered by a black box, such as found in medical textbooks). As Couser's essay highlights, there is a stark difference between keeping their personal identities anonymous and denying visual representation then there is in contrast with the immediate and visceral response that a person being physically stared at would feel.
Sacks' style as a biographer and investigator grows and changes considerably in between Hat and Mars. The cases he selects in Mars take care to include the patient's representation in all facets of life; in A Surgeon's Life, about Dr. Carl Bennett, we see his life at home with his wife and children, his passion for flying his plane, and the great care and precision he takes with his work despite the fact that he has a condition that many see as exemplifying the complete opposite. No charges of exploitation can reasonably be leveled against Sacks in this essay, otherwise we'd find ourselves in an awkward position of having to argue that no medicinal and psychological exploration can ever be done. Bennett has a condition that makes him different, true, but writing about it, and contributing to our body of knowledge on the work, cannot be censored on charges of "exploitation" without crippling our scientific and cultural progress. We are a curious people; we want to know more about our surroundings and the permutations that our fellow man can undergo. It's not "us vs. them." If anything, Sacks is helping bridge a chasm by showing us, at least in this work, how very much "they" are like "us," and that such distinctions and prejudices are petty and unnecessary; they are just like us because, well, they are us.
And besides, if we charge that the mentally disabled are not legally able to consent to their images, stories, and conditions being represented in published literature, then we ourselves are the ones who are dehumanizing them by dismissing their ability to make any choices for themselves. It was mentioned that some see the display of disabled people as low-grade shock value and freak-show exploitation no matter if they were participating willingly or not. I'd never advocate for keeping someone in any situation against their will, but if the performers celebrate their oddity and conceptualize it as a key part of their mental identity (as has also often been shown in these stories and reports) then why should they be denied the chance to have a life of their choice? Wouldn't it be much crueler if we presumed to know what was better for them by virtue of our "normal" brains, and therefore forced them into a "normal" life? We are becoming in fact too dangerously holier than thou here. Those who cry foul and try to make disabled people fit into the mainstream -- even if it may be against their will -- are every bit as guilty as those they accuse. If we respect them as humans such as we say we do, then let's start by respecting their own choices. How is it any different from a "normal" person choosing to fly hot air balloons, climb mountains, be a fire-eater, work in a circus? We don't shout "Exploitation!" when we see that. By claiming foul play, we are in fact continuing prejudice against the disabled by assuming that they don't have enough self-identity and personal compass to make informed decisions about their own life and that we have to shepherd them through the "proper" stages. It's hypocrisy.
We shouldn't give Sacks an entire carte blanche, as the essential nature of his work is to ferret out those with differences and attempt to interpret them to the public, but it seems to me that criticisms of his so-called "P.T. Barnum" nature are grossly general and overreaching. While he is often extraordinarily sensitive to his patients' needs, he does occasionally breach them, as noted in the case of Heidi. But as also noted, Sacks does not cut that footage from the final film, although he tries to deflect and re-direct her criticism. When she asks him to stop filming, he does so immediately; he doesn't keep the camera rolling for the sake of capturing data at the expense of the patient's personal feelings. There are far worse examples to level charges of exploitation at aside from Sacks.
Hat is undeniably a bit problematic, but as Sacks matures as a physician and writer, he takes time to mend this flaw. His work is in a tricky gray area between medicinal text and personal literature, and it's been examined whether he has a definite need to adhere to the traditional patient/practitioner trust system. He's writing much more about people in Mars, people who just happen to have a different way of viewing the world that's beyond their control. In Hat, this technique is somewhat sloppy and suspect, but there are no photos or real names provided for his patients; someone can and probably has, many times, passed them on the street if they've returned to their regular lives. Once we reach Mars, the human element shows much more clearly, and we can read it as a biography of unique and interesting people without having to attack the mediator.
The three essays we read on this topic, by Hawkins, Cassuto, and Couser, all seem to reach the middle ground on this question. While there are aspects of Sacks' work that are certainly problematic -- such as Heidi, the girl with Williams' syndrome that he refers to in the third person and hurts the feelings of while forcing her to perform a task to show her disability -- he does manage to tread a level path, may not have a binding responsibility to adhere to a biomedicinal code of ethics while working in the realm of personal memoir, and develops as a writer during the course of his case studies. It's true that in Hat, as pointed out in one of the essays, uses freakshow-like names (The Disembodied Lady), displays a much less refined version of his technique, and focuses on highlighting the shocking nature of the patients' disorders rather than their development in whatever other social or psychological spheres may be open to them. Yet, throughout, Sacks takes care to camoflauge them under pseudonyms and doesn't, for example, include photos or medical diagrams of them (especially something awful like their face with eyes covered by a black box, such as found in medical textbooks). As Couser's essay highlights, there is a stark difference between keeping their personal identities anonymous and denying visual representation then there is in contrast with the immediate and visceral response that a person being physically stared at would feel.
Sacks' style as a biographer and investigator grows and changes considerably in between Hat and Mars. The cases he selects in Mars take care to include the patient's representation in all facets of life; in A Surgeon's Life, about Dr. Carl Bennett, we see his life at home with his wife and children, his passion for flying his plane, and the great care and precision he takes with his work despite the fact that he has a condition that many see as exemplifying the complete opposite. No charges of exploitation can reasonably be leveled against Sacks in this essay, otherwise we'd find ourselves in an awkward position of having to argue that no medicinal and psychological exploration can ever be done. Bennett has a condition that makes him different, true, but writing about it, and contributing to our body of knowledge on the work, cannot be censored on charges of "exploitation" without crippling our scientific and cultural progress. We are a curious people; we want to know more about our surroundings and the permutations that our fellow man can undergo. It's not "us vs. them." If anything, Sacks is helping bridge a chasm by showing us, at least in this work, how very much "they" are like "us," and that such distinctions and prejudices are petty and unnecessary; they are just like us because, well, they are us.
And besides, if we charge that the mentally disabled are not legally able to consent to their images, stories, and conditions being represented in published literature, then we ourselves are the ones who are dehumanizing them by dismissing their ability to make any choices for themselves. It was mentioned that some see the display of disabled people as low-grade shock value and freak-show exploitation no matter if they were participating willingly or not. I'd never advocate for keeping someone in any situation against their will, but if the performers celebrate their oddity and conceptualize it as a key part of their mental identity (as has also often been shown in these stories and reports) then why should they be denied the chance to have a life of their choice? Wouldn't it be much crueler if we presumed to know what was better for them by virtue of our "normal" brains, and therefore forced them into a "normal" life? We are becoming in fact too dangerously holier than thou here. Those who cry foul and try to make disabled people fit into the mainstream -- even if it may be against their will -- are every bit as guilty as those they accuse. If we respect them as humans such as we say we do, then let's start by respecting their own choices. How is it any different from a "normal" person choosing to fly hot air balloons, climb mountains, be a fire-eater, work in a circus? We don't shout "Exploitation!" when we see that. By claiming foul play, we are in fact continuing prejudice against the disabled by assuming that they don't have enough self-identity and personal compass to make informed decisions about their own life and that we have to shepherd them through the "proper" stages. It's hypocrisy.
We shouldn't give Sacks an entire carte blanche, as the essential nature of his work is to ferret out those with differences and attempt to interpret them to the public, but it seems to me that criticisms of his so-called "P.T. Barnum" nature are grossly general and overreaching. While he is often extraordinarily sensitive to his patients' needs, he does occasionally breach them, as noted in the case of Heidi. But as also noted, Sacks does not cut that footage from the final film, although he tries to deflect and re-direct her criticism. When she asks him to stop filming, he does so immediately; he doesn't keep the camera rolling for the sake of capturing data at the expense of the patient's personal feelings. There are far worse examples to level charges of exploitation at aside from Sacks.
Hat is undeniably a bit problematic, but as Sacks matures as a physician and writer, he takes time to mend this flaw. His work is in a tricky gray area between medicinal text and personal literature, and it's been examined whether he has a definite need to adhere to the traditional patient/practitioner trust system. He's writing much more about people in Mars, people who just happen to have a different way of viewing the world that's beyond their control. In Hat, this technique is somewhat sloppy and suspect, but there are no photos or real names provided for his patients; someone can and probably has, many times, passed them on the street if they've returned to their regular lives. Once we reach Mars, the human element shows much more clearly, and we can read it as a biography of unique and interesting people without having to attack the mediator.
The Actor's Life.
Well this will officially be my last blog (hard to believe that!) and I couldn't have been happier with the reading selections for the week. The readings offered a greater cohesion of ideas we've all had the pleasure to discuss, argue and talk about these past few months. In going into this class Elizabeth told me that I would have a better understanding of myself as a human being, and perhaps a little more leniency with some of my own person "tics," not to say that I'm a big confabulator or anything...
LeDoux quotes on pave 301, "If we want to understand how our brains make us who we are, we have to figure out how [the
] Individual process blend together to cause a person to emerge effortlessly from the electrochemical activities of... his or her brain." Simply, you must look at the whole of you mine to understand "who you are-- who who, who who?"
Speaking of whos and hoots, I think that lyric by the Who tied in beautifully from our reading from Sacks, "The Surgeon's Life." Sacks explains, "any disease introduces a double ness into a life-- an "it'" with its own needs, demands, limitations" and a person afflicted will suffer to seek balance between their own desires and the "alien will of the "it." As we see in Dr. Bennett and throughout the course, balance is such a key part of illness. How does one cope with an illness? How do they find a calm in the storm of their lives? In Dr. Bennett's case that was to strike a balance between professionality and the mentality of his illness, when and where he could tick, if that meant looking down a hall before skipping, that's what it took. In the past we've seen Sack's patients like Mr. P and Witty Ticky Ray who found music to soothe their pangs of illness, to find a balance with it. I think as a society we are so ready to label and classify to understand who we are. That this person suffers from schizophrenia. Where as Sacks offers us a better understanding using Tourettes as an open example: "The toureet's and the self shape themselves each to the other, come more and more to complement each other, until finally, like a long married couple, they become a single, compound being" (Sacks 77). Exactly like that of our experiences. Not one single moment or event or part of our personality shaped our life, nor does a disease solely explain who a patients is.
Sacks goes on to further drive home the point "neither a biological nor a psychological nor a moral-social viewpoint [on understanding illness and self] is adequate; we must see Tourettes [or any illness or personality] not only simultaneously from all three perspectives, but from an inner perspective, an existential perspective, that of the afflicted person himself. Inner and outer narratives here, as everywhere, must fuse" (Sacks 78). Haven't we been reading about this all year? Our narrative like that of our brain MUST work together to form a conglomerate of who we are. It all ties together to create a tapestry of self, several strands from different aspects and perspectives to create the fabric of our being.
Just because Dr. Bennett has Tourettes syndrome doesn't mean that is all he can be. He's also a father, a husband and a (as shocked as I was) a surgeon. I hate to admit it but I had a hard time separating out how it was quite possible for him to pursue any profession with his limitations, until he explained it to me in his own words, "most of the time I'm operating, it never even crosses my mind that I have Tourette's" (Sacks 97). Well, it only takes one look at my title to see how that made sense to me. Yes, he lives a surgeon's life: completely focused on the task at hand. I can imagine that saving lives and removing tumors is rather taxing on the mind, no surprise that that focus and pressure channels the minds thoughts away from ticking. I cannot explain this in any other way but as an actor. When I'm on stage, lines memorizes, lights up and I'm acting, of course I'm still Matt Nicholson but not in that moment, I'm Aladdin on a magic carpet, Oscar Wilde in England past or I'm high kicking in A Chorus Line. My mind is so focused on what comes next (what movement, what emotion, what scene, what line, what song) that I do not have time to mentally go through my grocery lists of read a book. I have a task at hand, and that is exactly like Dr. Bennett, once you've practiced something so much like surgery and the information behind it, the path of surgery or acting is so easy to slip into.
"That the synaptic self can be a curse-- it doesn't take much to break it apart. But this is also a blessing, as there are always new connections waiting to be made. You are your synapses. They are who you are" (Le Doux 324).
I think that we've all come to know this in college, and particularly in this class. So often I realized that my conceptions of the mind and illness were so off base. Every time I enter class I had to remind myself that our memory is not a large warehouse that one portions of the brain like the amygdala does affect the whole if damaged. So thank you all for speaking your minds, challenging my ideas and putting it all out there. It doesn't take to much force to change an opinion (when backed up with evidence of course-- we did talk about that in class: When you're the only one battling for your feelings and EVERYONE else has evidence, you're more ready to be knocked down) but remember what we know may possibly change as technology and knowledge itself grows, so keep yourself up to date! You are what you know and do; you are your synapses-- so in that case, learn all you can! And good luck tying up all your conference work, I look forward to seeing them all!
-M.
LeDoux quotes on pave 301, "If we want to understand how our brains make us who we are, we have to figure out how [the
] Individual process blend together to cause a person to emerge effortlessly from the electrochemical activities of... his or her brain." Simply, you must look at the whole of you mine to understand "who you are-- who who, who who?"
Speaking of whos and hoots, I think that lyric by the Who tied in beautifully from our reading from Sacks, "The Surgeon's Life." Sacks explains, "any disease introduces a double ness into a life-- an "it'" with its own needs, demands, limitations" and a person afflicted will suffer to seek balance between their own desires and the "alien will of the "it." As we see in Dr. Bennett and throughout the course, balance is such a key part of illness. How does one cope with an illness? How do they find a calm in the storm of their lives? In Dr. Bennett's case that was to strike a balance between professionality and the mentality of his illness, when and where he could tick, if that meant looking down a hall before skipping, that's what it took. In the past we've seen Sack's patients like Mr. P and Witty Ticky Ray who found music to soothe their pangs of illness, to find a balance with it. I think as a society we are so ready to label and classify to understand who we are. That this person suffers from schizophrenia. Where as Sacks offers us a better understanding using Tourettes as an open example: "The toureet's and the self shape themselves each to the other, come more and more to complement each other, until finally, like a long married couple, they become a single, compound being" (Sacks 77). Exactly like that of our experiences. Not one single moment or event or part of our personality shaped our life, nor does a disease solely explain who a patients is.
Sacks goes on to further drive home the point "neither a biological nor a psychological nor a moral-social viewpoint [on understanding illness and self] is adequate; we must see Tourettes [or any illness or personality] not only simultaneously from all three perspectives, but from an inner perspective, an existential perspective, that of the afflicted person himself. Inner and outer narratives here, as everywhere, must fuse" (Sacks 78). Haven't we been reading about this all year? Our narrative like that of our brain MUST work together to form a conglomerate of who we are. It all ties together to create a tapestry of self, several strands from different aspects and perspectives to create the fabric of our being.
Just because Dr. Bennett has Tourettes syndrome doesn't mean that is all he can be. He's also a father, a husband and a (as shocked as I was) a surgeon. I hate to admit it but I had a hard time separating out how it was quite possible for him to pursue any profession with his limitations, until he explained it to me in his own words, "most of the time I'm operating, it never even crosses my mind that I have Tourette's" (Sacks 97). Well, it only takes one look at my title to see how that made sense to me. Yes, he lives a surgeon's life: completely focused on the task at hand. I can imagine that saving lives and removing tumors is rather taxing on the mind, no surprise that that focus and pressure channels the minds thoughts away from ticking. I cannot explain this in any other way but as an actor. When I'm on stage, lines memorizes, lights up and I'm acting, of course I'm still Matt Nicholson but not in that moment, I'm Aladdin on a magic carpet, Oscar Wilde in England past or I'm high kicking in A Chorus Line. My mind is so focused on what comes next (what movement, what emotion, what scene, what line, what song) that I do not have time to mentally go through my grocery lists of read a book. I have a task at hand, and that is exactly like Dr. Bennett, once you've practiced something so much like surgery and the information behind it, the path of surgery or acting is so easy to slip into.
"That the synaptic self can be a curse-- it doesn't take much to break it apart. But this is also a blessing, as there are always new connections waiting to be made. You are your synapses. They are who you are" (Le Doux 324).
I think that we've all come to know this in college, and particularly in this class. So often I realized that my conceptions of the mind and illness were so off base. Every time I enter class I had to remind myself that our memory is not a large warehouse that one portions of the brain like the amygdala does affect the whole if damaged. So thank you all for speaking your minds, challenging my ideas and putting it all out there. It doesn't take to much force to change an opinion (when backed up with evidence of course-- we did talk about that in class: When you're the only one battling for your feelings and EVERYONE else has evidence, you're more ready to be knocked down) but remember what we know may possibly change as technology and knowledge itself grows, so keep yourself up to date! You are what you know and do; you are your synapses-- so in that case, learn all you can! And good luck tying up all your conference work, I look forward to seeing them all!
-M.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Oh dear...
Well, we've finally come to the end of Powers' novel. I'm going to be completely honest and just say from the start that I didn't like it. I suppose the actual truth of it is that I was ambivalent about it, but I was ambivalent for all 451 pages of it. He attempts to inspire a philosophical thought process in the reader, but it seems to me that he always falls short. His musings continually struck me as lack-lustre compared with the other material we read over the semester.
And then of course there's what I'm sure we'll all be talking about on Monday: the ending. Honestly, I didn't know the specifics the whole time, but I saw this one coming. There was something perpetually--and by the last quarter of the book, annoyingly--concealed about Barbara. Her nervousness when talking about medication, her continual self-deprecation...and the fact that she was such a lower level character for most of the book made her the perfect candidate for the big twist finale in a very classic-mystery kind of way. I suppose the revelation that she was trying to commit suicide and stepped in front of Mark's car was sufficient enough to get me excited, but somehow I had lost interest in ALL of Powers' characters by that point. They return continually to their ridiculously unfulfilling lives. I suppose this was one of the points Powers was trying to bring across with the whole crane metaphor, but by the end it just got redundant. Everyone messing up their life to various degrees. Nothing is ever resolved, like the book itself, really. I know, I know--in the end, people are just people. But honestly, you have to give some kind of denouement. But no, throw in an off-hand mention of how Mark is perfectly normal now and move on.
In the end, I feel that the main problem with this book is that it is simply too linear not to have any real kind of story arc. It seems like Powers could have written it very well if it were more disjointed, more about vignettes in the lives of people. He does this to a certain extent, but when he strings them together the way he does we end up wanting it either to be a typical story centered around the events, or else to be about character development. And it really isn't either of these. He gives all of the parts of a typical story and then doesn't follow through with any kind of cohesion.
And then of course there's what I'm sure we'll all be talking about on Monday: the ending. Honestly, I didn't know the specifics the whole time, but I saw this one coming. There was something perpetually--and by the last quarter of the book, annoyingly--concealed about Barbara. Her nervousness when talking about medication, her continual self-deprecation...and the fact that she was such a lower level character for most of the book made her the perfect candidate for the big twist finale in a very classic-mystery kind of way. I suppose the revelation that she was trying to commit suicide and stepped in front of Mark's car was sufficient enough to get me excited, but somehow I had lost interest in ALL of Powers' characters by that point. They return continually to their ridiculously unfulfilling lives. I suppose this was one of the points Powers was trying to bring across with the whole crane metaphor, but by the end it just got redundant. Everyone messing up their life to various degrees. Nothing is ever resolved, like the book itself, really. I know, I know--in the end, people are just people. But honestly, you have to give some kind of denouement. But no, throw in an off-hand mention of how Mark is perfectly normal now and move on.
In the end, I feel that the main problem with this book is that it is simply too linear not to have any real kind of story arc. It seems like Powers could have written it very well if it were more disjointed, more about vignettes in the lives of people. He does this to a certain extent, but when he strings them together the way he does we end up wanting it either to be a typical story centered around the events, or else to be about character development. And it really isn't either of these. He gives all of the parts of a typical story and then doesn't follow through with any kind of cohesion.
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